Time drifts like a whispered sigh,
A fleeting spark in the endless sky.
Moments bloom, then fade away,
Yet their echoes choose to stay.
Footsteps vanish in shifting sand,
Yet the wind recalls where they land.
Laughter lingers in silent halls,
A ghost of joy that softly calls.
A touch, a glance, a fleeting trace,
Yet echoes live in time’s embrace.
We chase the now, we hold the past,
Knowing nothing here was meant to last.
Still, love remains, a quiet tune,
Hummed by stars and sung by moons.
Though moments pass like waves in flight,
Their echoes dance in endless light.
Through silver mists and golden hue,
The past returns in drops of dew.
A whispered name, a fading face,
Etched in memory, not erased.
The autumn breeze hums lullabies,
Of tender hellos and soft goodbyes.
A leaf may fall, a rose may wither,
Yet love’s soft echoes last forever.
Beneath the weeping willow’s shade,
Ancient secrets are gently laid.
Every falling leaf, a memory stirred,
Carried by night on each whispered word.
In twilight’s glow, where dreams reside,
Phantom shadows and memories collide.
A tapestry woven of yesteryear,
Where silent echoes linger near.
Under the moon’s reflective eye,
Old stories and new hopes comply.
Every tear and every smile,
Intertwine, making life worthwhile.
Time’s endless river flows on,
Moments vanish but aren’t truly gone.
In rippling reflections of the stream,
Lies the remnant of each cherished dream.
Embrace the ephemeral, the transient song,
In fleeting beats where we belong.
For every brief and passing part,
Holds eternal echoes deep in the heart.
So as the night gives way to dawn,
And memories meld with the newborn morn,
Recall that in each transient breath,
Echoes of life defy even death.
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